Freddy - A Shell In The Pit

Ayy (ayy, ayy), ah Ah, ah, ah, ah Yeah, woo Yeah, woo Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (Woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (woo) I'm 'bout to go to the bank (the bank) I put my neck and my wrist on sink, uh (ooh) First, my lil' bitch was a saint Now she be naked rockin' a mink, uh (yeah) I got big gas and it stank Callin' it fish, need to buy me a tank, woo (on God) New Orleans, bitch, on the way But she don't rock gold like a sank (woo) I keep the Drake off of safety I got a extra clip and a shank (keep the Draco) She wanna be my lil' baby And I refuse to tell her she can't, uh (I refuse) I lost a residence in Vegas It was a two-point-eight, uh (two-point-eight) We might not never have a baby 'Cause she been swallowin' all of the semen (woo, bitch) I went from servin' them rocks to sellin' them blocks (What?) Plexico I caught a bitch and I fucked her Then left her on the couch, who next to go? She rockin' Gucci and Louis panties for her crotch (what?), oh I keep a tech nine and a uzi under the couch, oh Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (woo) Never let the purse be the topic 'Specially when a young nigga poppin' (yeah, poppin') No, it ain't trickin' if you got it But you can't be watchin' my pockets (uh-uh, nah) Go half on her new body (her new body) In the bulletproof truck smokin' Biscotti Can't fuck with lil' buddy, he knew 'bout it (he knew 'bout it) I'm the motherfuckin' boss What you do 'bout it? (what you do 'bout it, pussy?) Jet to the land, we poppin' (poppin') Can't cuff her if she thottin' (Nah) Can't trust him, he rotten (uh-uh) Put one in his motherfuckin' noggin (boom) I just went Valentino to the floor by the ropes (by the ropes) We belong together (yeah) I'm in the trap makin' plays on the couch Mixin' some medicine strong together (hey) High-tech, sippin' on red (red) Percocet just for my head and things Babygirl, look at them legs (legs) Ooh, I almost said some things (hold up) If he diss on the set, catch a check (catch a check) My necklace open and close, huh VVS all in the nose, huh (woo) Now I can see why they scary (why?) Everything 'bout me Freddy (yeah) Karats in the chain get scary (scary) Karats in my ring big scary (scary) I pour the red in the cherry (cherry) Actavis, makin' it berry (berry) I serve a pack if he ready (ready) Or I can call Trapboy Freddy (woo) Yeah, serve all the Seroquel, quick, pop all the Roxies (Roxies) Jet to the land, we poppin' (jet to the) See you in Atlanta, no tropics (in the land) I'ma fuck a nurse in crops and (ayy, ayy) Every single drink got tox' in it (tox' in it) Bitches just trippin', you coppin' (coppin') Never let a purse be the topic (uh-uh)

Bless your flesh, full contact Risk your life in a blink of an eye Man on men, Mortal Kombat Don't fall, you could lose it all The more brutal the better, the harder to rest Bodies clash at the edge of the stage I've seen it all, every show One thing never cease to amaze There's a bitch in the pit A fucking bitch in the pit There's a bitch in the pit There's a bitch in the pit Keep it moving, this ain't no fucking joke One slip, you could get your neck broke This is the killer tone where the weak lose All the fuck I command you to do is Move your ass! Move your ass! She doesn't give a fuck, she's harder than man In the chaos, song after song She's not afraid to bleed, she begs for more speed In the moshpit all night long She's in the heart of the action, she knows what she's doing Her Doc Martens stomp the floor Every night, every show There's a bitch in the pit There's a bitch in the pit A fucking bitch in the pit There's a bitch in the pit There's a bitch in the pit She came here to party She's ready to rock She said let's ride or die She ain't scared of nothing She's ready to fight She said she'll die tonight She came here to party She's ready to rock She said let's ride or die She ain't scared of nothing She's ready to fight She said she'll die tonight She came here to party She's ready to rock She said let's ride or die She ain't scared of nothing She's ready to fight She said she'll die tonight There's a bitch in the pit Who the fuck is that bitch?